[Talking:]

Those of us who fit this description are as greatly misunderstood by the masses



[Hook:]

Sorrow comes with wisdom, pain comes with love

Could I be the true definition of... (definition of)

A natural born artist

To be yourself with somebody else with just the hardest

Light follows darkness, hate follows success

What Rocketeria determines who's truly the best?

Ha, I'm a natural born artist (natural born artist)

C'mon



[Verse 1:]

I'm not the hardest dude, I'm not the weakest either

I know that God is real, I'm not a disbeliever

Hated and misperseed, some say I'm sick indeed

And I the one that came to say you are that wicked seed?

Outside the sun is beaming, inside my heart is raining

Still complain in this right all the blessing I'm uptaning

Temtations forsinatrate my triggalations

I piant pictures in your mind with verbal illustrations

You know if cash was blood I would of blead to death

I scarfice fed others before I fed myself

The streets are living hell, peace I've invest the fine

I'm try'na show you the way out like an exit sign

Thought I was next in line, my name was how they taught it

Sometimes you don't know you was in the moment until ya out it

[Laughs] I'll give you two seconds to think about it

One, two, three, think he understood I doubt it



[Hook]



[Verse 2:]

Explain to me, why are we who you believe we are

Why is your perception of success perceed this law?

We chase riches with itself we outta try to master

The grassest gazing at it might not be the greenest pasture

Happiness is something that is measured from the soul

Not how many earthy possessions that one can hold

When you die you leave with nothing so you sounding funny

And if that is that ain't helping you that counting money

Nothing you aculminate goes with you with it's time

Takings impossible the key is what you leave behind

Write your thoughts down let future people read yo mind

Become eternal trees sproued from the seeds of time

What if we take away the money take away the car

Strip you down to the raw essence of who you are

My motives love ever drop of blood every vain

Art form perfectuation never on a tary game



[Hook]



[Verse 3:]

See, see yo treasure might be trashed to me

You might enterpit my formal worship is blast from me

My happy just might bring you simultaneous agony

I'm glad to see anything that all I has from me

A true artist practice his non-conformity

He constantly releases natural creative honesty subconsciously

I'm not the one the industry wants to see

Controversial not drama-free, always follow comets cause they can't stomach me

A true art is God, creativly is torn

Contaminated and crafted out from it's natural form

An artist might cry in the sun and laugh in the storm

Cause he opporates beyond with the few to be the norm

His heart is big so before he punish it he bors

He celebrates the day of the morsh from his new wars

Knows he's talented but never blows his own horn

Makes a masterpiece and before receives credit he's gone



[Hook]